Safe

Chapter 11

By the time I've made it back to my apartment, it is already 5:30.

Blake, Ashley, and I decided to reward ourselves with Salt and Straw ice cream as a 'We survived our first-day" celebration. Blake explained Wilson's background, history, awards, and everything between the entire time we were there. If anyone knows Wilson, it's Blake, purely from research.

It's not surprising to hear how successful Wilson is. In fact, the idea of success comes second nature to me. It's the fact that Wilson puts me off. Though Blake tells me how much of a well-rounded person Wilson is, I can't help but feel off.

Putting my bag down, I begin to look inside my closet and decide that jeans will have to work and a nice top. There's not much I can do to dress up for some BBQ, so this what it will have to work.

After careful consideration of my time, I realize that I won't have class again until next Monday, therefore this weekend will be open. Too open.

A big part of me really relied on school taking up most of my time, so I wouldn't have to feel so lonely, but it's starting to feel that way. Taking a deep dramatic sigh, I pull my top over my head to take a look at myself.

Decent.

My face is made, hair is as good as it's gonna get, and I'm clothed. That should be enough.

6:30.

There's still some time left to squeeze in some reading for class. These aren't short chapters, so it's best to start when I can. Reaching for my textbook, I start to second guess myself. Maybe I should wait for my open weekend to do some reading... Shaking my head, I decided against it. I hate procrastinating and feeling left behind.

Quickly, I am engulfed in the textbook, learning about theory after theory, techniques, and methods. My mind and body have engulfed themselves into full study mode. If someone saw me, they would think the nerdy spirits have possessed me.

Taking notes along the way, I write and study like there's no tomorrow. When I'm in my zone, it takes a lot for me to come out.

Suddenly, knocking echoes down my hallway, and I jump from my seat, forgetting that I had to be somewhere. 7:05.

Reading the last sentence, I was on; I move to the front door to brace myself. I don't understand why I'm so nervous, but I suck in a breath the moment I turn the nob.

Opening the door, I  reveal a well-dressed Wilson clothed in a black button-up with dark jeans and his hair spiked to the right. Ashley is right, his face is symmetrical, and his eyes do come off soft.

I blink a few times, realizing where my mind has taken me. Quickly, I get out of there, "Hi," I say, trying to find the words, "Let me get my stuff."

Wilson blinks a couple of times, thankful that he can't read my mind, "Are you guys ready?" He responds, leaning against my door frame to throw his keys in the air and catching them in the same motion.

All of a sudden, I wonder what he means by 'you guys,' "Uh, it's just me," I respond down the hall, now trying to put on my boots to no success.

My boot continues to fight me, causing my fingers to stumble with the zipper. Distracted for a moment, I finally look up at Wilson, noticing that he has taken a step inside my apartment doors. From across the hall, his presences take up the entire space. I can tell he's watching me closely now, and I can't help but feel ridiculous. Why the hell is my boot not zipping?

His eyes observe the state of distress I am in, and I start to feel uneasy. Before my boot wanted to cause war, I remember his words: 'you guys.' Who could he possibly be referring to?